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Named one of Booklist’s Top 101 Romances of the Last 10 Years! "This entertaining novel is a diamond of the first order." – Booklist STARRED review...

Named one of Booklist’s Top 101 Romances of the Last 10 Years! "This entertaining novel is a diamond of the first order." – Booklist STARRED review

Miss Eugenia Talbot committed the grave faux pas of laughing in front of Her Majesty, if she doesn’t marry at once, she may never marry at all. William Grant got her into this mess, but their ideas on how to get her out of it may differ…

Miss Eugenia Talbot's presentation to the queen is spoiled by a serious faux pas―the despicable William Grant made her laugh, right in front of Her Majesty. Now Eugenia is ruined and had better marry―someone, anyone―at once...

Roguish William Grant has never taken anything seriously in his life. Until he meets Eugenia Talbot, who makes him feel and do things he never thought he would.

Now Eugenia's great sense of humor and kindheartedness may be her undoing, unless William can help her find a husband. To his surprise, that's the last thing he wants to do...

A witty and suspenseful historical romance, fans of Sabrina Jeffries, Julia Quinn and Stephanie Laurens will love the antics and intrigues of Miss Eugenia Talbot.

Excerpt

A favorable presentation in court cannot ensure a young lady’s successful l

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One

London, Spring 1810

Ten minutes into her societal debut, Eugenia Talbot was ruined.

A favorable presentation in court cannot ensure a young lady’s successful launch into society, but a poor presentation can certainly ruin it. Miss Eugenia Talbot pressed her lips together in an attempt to make the laughter gurgling up inside her die in her throat. The Queen of England glared down her royal nose at Genie. Her Royal Highness, Queen Charlotte, was not amused.

Genie took a deep breath—hard to do laced so tight in her stays she feared one wrong move would crack a rib. The restrictive corset held her posture rigid, which helped keep her headdress in place, a heavy jeweled item with a monstrous, white ostrich plume. Genie knelt in a deep curtsy before the queen, a move she had practiced with a special tutor hired by her aunt to ensure her correct performance. A deep curtsy wearing the required elaborate hoop skirt of court that weighed almost two stone needed to be practiced.

Rising majestically from her curtsy, Genie was pleased she had successfully navigated that potential hazard and brought herself under control. Perhaps the queen had not noticed the stifled giggle. It was hardly Genie’s fault, for when the Lord Chamberlain announced her name, he also let loose an audible bodily noise. Having the unfortunate influence of brothers in her formative years, Genie could not help but find amusement in the Lord Chamberlain’s offense.

“I have four brothers. Two at university, one in the regulars, and one in the Royal Navy.”

“Ah, our sons, they have been ripped from our bosom. Ripped I say.”

“Yes, ma’am,” said Genie, pressing her lips together again. She was going to kill her brothers when they returned for teaching her deplorable cant. She could not laugh.

“It is a foul wind that blows from France,” said the queen.

And the Lord Chamberlain chose that moment to blow a little foul wind himself. It was loud and long, and just when Genie thought he had finished, he gave another little toot. She clenched her jaw so tight tears formed in her eyes.

She took a calming breath, sure she had gotten herself under regulation until she spied a man silently laughing, his shoulders shaking, his smile hidden behind his hand. He caught her eye, gave her a broad smile, and winked.

The entire drawing room was silently staring at her with censure. The queen gave her a look that could blister paint. The more Genie tried to get herself under control, the more amusing the entire scene became. It could not be helped; her body started to shake.

Genie attempted to take a deep breath and a giggle escaped. She tried to squelch it, but a laugh emerged, followed by an unladylike chortle and an unfortunate snort. The more she tried to stop, the worse it became, and with a burst, Genie was laughing out loud.

The queen waved a hand to dismiss her. Instead of dissipating Genie’s humor, it only made her laugh harder. Genie managed another deep bow and walked backward out of the queen’s presence, giggling as she went. By some miracle, she did not trip on her gown and fall to the floor. It hardly would have mattered if she had.

The Lord Chamberlain and the laughing gentleman had conspired against her. Her debut into society was a disaster. She would surely never be admitted into the haut ton. She was a failure. A social pariah.

Eugenia Talbot was ruined.

***

People stared as they passed her. Genie never felt more self-conscious, and feared her face was as bright as her skirt. She wanted nothing more than to hide away from the malicious looks and vicious whispers. Unfortunately, wearing courtly attire with feathers that soared at least two feet above her head, she was hardly inconspicuous among the steady throng of people in the outer chambers of the drawing rooms. So she plastered on a fake smile and waited for her aunt to summon her to the coach while the minutes dragged into lifetimes.

“Uncle! I am so glad you are here,” said a youthful voice. A young woman was being escorted into the royal drawing rooms. She struggled forward in a similar unwieldy hoop skirt, dyed an unfortunate shade of bright pink.

“I could not forget your presentation to court,” said a male voice behind Genie.

“I shall be so much less nervous with you here,” gushed the young girl.

“Trust me,” said the man, “after what I just witnessed, you shall be brilliant by comparison.”

“What happened?” asked the girl, forgetting herself for a moment and cocking her head to one side, which forced her to use both hands to steady the plume of white feathers rising from her head.

“A debutante with a shocking lapse of propriety, who is no doubt being banished to the outer regions of the empire as we speak.”

Genie turned to face her accuser. It was none other than the laughing man.

With a flash of recognition, the man had the decency to look sheepish. He waved the young girl forward into the drawing room and stepped up to Genie. He gave Genie a bow and came up smiling, his blue eyes sparkling. He was a handsome man; there could be no denying his appeal, with sandy blond hair and laughing eyes. His features were pleasing, with high cheekbones that gave him an impish appearance. His attire was splendid in the required royal-purple silk coat and knee breeches. Unlike others who appeared foppish in the requisite colors of the English royal court, the man before her commanded his style. It was not every gentleman who could wear purple silk britches with confidence.

“Please forgive me if I have offended you,” said the man with a disarming smile.

“Forgive you? Why, there is nothing to forgive. You only spoke the truth, did you not?” Genie presented the man with a smile, the kind she kept on a shelf to feign good humor when she had none to give.

“Not at all. Merely trying to encourage my niece—timid thing, needs encouragement. Do what I can to make her feel at ease.”

“You are charity itself.”

“No, no I…” The man paused and gave her a guilty grin. “I’m not going to redeem myself from my careless words, am I?”

“I can forgive your words. You are no doubt correct that my aunt is at this moment trying to find a penal colony for me at the greatest distance from London. What I cannot forgive is your shocking wink that caused this trouble.”

“Surely this affair is not my fault! It is my Lord Chamberlain who embarrassed himself beyond redemption.”

“If you had not laughed, I would have been able to calm myself.”

“How could I not be amused? Honestly, I do hope the poor man survives the night.”

“But no one caught you laughing,” said Genie, getting at the heart of the injustice. “They were only looking at me.”

“Naturally they were looking at you. Between the two of us, there can be no comparison.” The man’s easy smile turned flirtatious, but Genie was accustomed to flattery regarding her appearance and considered herself immune to its charms. The magnitude of her failure weighed down her shoulders. She wished she could tear off the heavy headpiece, but she had brought upon herself enough scandal for one day—all thanks to the man before her.

“I do wish I had never seen you,” said Genie in uncharacteristically clipped tones. “And since you are no doubt correct that my aunt is even now booking my passage to the Americas or Botany Bay, I will take comfort in the fact that I will never see you again. Good day, sir!”

With fortuitous timing, Genie was called to join her aunt and she practically flew into the coach on the plumes of her own headdress. Unfortunately, her sweeping exit was hindered by the logistics of maneuvering three hoop skirts belonging to herself, her aunt, and her cousin, which was done with such haste Genie feared her gown would be sadly crushed. Her aunt demanded the curtains be drawn, as if the mere sight of Eugenia Talbot was so offensive the whole of London must be protected.

“Disaster! Oh, how could you do this to me?” Lady Bremerton lay back on the plush squabs of the town coach as it jolted forward, her hand on her forehead for dramatic flair. “I should have known you needed more training, more tutelage. After all, your father’s family can have no concept of what is expected in higher society, let alone what is proper in court.”

Genie swallowed down a retort. She had intended to prove she was every bit as polished as the other debutantes. Acting the hoyden before the queen revealed otherwise.

“I am sorry, Aunt Cora,” said Genie, her contrition a tight knot in her chest. “Sorry, Cousin Louisa.” Louisa’s eyes were sympathetic, but her aunt would give no quarter.

“Sorry will not do you any good, nor will speaking to a known rake,” chastised her aunt.

“A known rake?”

“Mr. Grant. I saw you speaking with him. He will do you no good.”

“I know that is true,” said Genie with a flush.

“Oh, what is to be done? You are ruined, ruined for sure. My reputation is in tatters. There is nothing else for it; you must be married. And quick!”

Reviews

“The humor was excellent. I found myself chuckling often especially in that first chapter. I really did like this one.” - Books Like Breathing

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“The humor was excellent. I found myself chuckling often especially in that first chapter. I really did like this one.” - Books Like Breathing

“This is historical romance at its finest!” - Harlequin Junkie

“I truly enjoyed A Wedding in Springtime. I found the story to be sweet, engaging, romantic, and fun! I will definitely be reading book two in the Marriage Mart series, A Midsummer Bride.” - The Bookish Babe

“Amanda Forester gives us likable characters, snappy dialog, and sweet, sweet romance. What more can a girl ask for? Give A Wedding in Springtime a whirl if this is your thing, and enjoy some springtime reading!” - Drey’s Library

“Forester had me hooked from the very beginning with her first sentence; I knew this book was going to be one of those late night reads that you cannot put down until you have reached the end. I look forward to seeing what Ms. Forester comes up with next; I am sure it will be well worth the wait.” - RomFan Reviews

“I really enjoyed this story and I'm pretty sure you will too! To every Historical Romance lover, or just Romance lovers, this book is a must-try and should be on your TBR pile!” - Proserpine Craving Books

“ I think lovers of Regency Romance will enjoy this book.” - From the TBR Pile

“ A delightful, fun, sweet, all-around fabulous read. From the beginning to the end of this book, I had a smile on my face.” - Book Savvy Babes

“The wit and banter that Amanda Forester uses in conversation between her characters had me laughing out loud. The mystery and suspense she tangles in with the romance was like a cherry on a sundae!” - The Reading Cafe

“Forester hits a home run with her latest book, A Wedding in Springtime!” - Debbie’s Book Bag

“This entertaining novel is a diamond of the first order. - STARRED Review” - Booklist